I’m not usually this slow to close the deal, but Ramsey isn’t just a quick fuck. The more time I spend with her, how special she is imprints into my soul. Not to mention she’s come from a background of never getting to choose.
As bad as I want to take control and slip her out of her clothes, all those times I was kissing her, I held strong. I’ve been waiting for this moment. For the time when she’s ready to make the next move. She’s an adult, but she missed all the dating and the buildup you get as a teenager. She was thrust into a relationship with a guy she hated who forced her to kiss him when she said no, and she swears that’s all; he was just really rough with her when she would deny him. I hate to think of his hands on her.
I want to hunt him down and beat his ass, but I know that’s not going to help her. It’s only going to help me. Instead, I’m trying to give her everything he stole, making out like teenagers, sending her home with my balls tight and aching. I’ve jacked off more times in the last six weeks than I have in all my thirty-two years.
I’d do it again.
For her.
For Ramsey.
“You’re right,” I answer, pulling out of my thoughts. “I have touched you there. Are you thinking somewhere new then?” I ask coyly.
“Yes.”
“Will you show me?”
“Deacon.” She laughs. “Just… do it.”
“Do what? Do this?” My hand moves around to her breast under her shirt, and I trace her hard nipple through her silk bra.
“That. Yes, that.” She nods as her eyes close.
“Open your eyes, Ramsey.” I wait for her to show me those baby blues. “I need to see you. If you won’t tell me with your words, I need to see your eyes.”
“Everywhere, Deacon,” she reminds me.
“Fine. I just like it when I know you’re watching me.” I wink at her. “Can we get rid of this?” I tug at the Willow Tavern T-shirt she’s wearing.
She swallows hard and nods. I wait patiently, and she rolls her eyes. “Yes.”
“Thank you.” I reward her with a peck on the lips before pulling the shirt over her head. I discard her shirt on the counter before my hands test the weight of her breasts. My thumbs trace her nipples, and she moans.
“Deacon.”
“What, baby?”
Her blue eyes lock on mine. “More.”
“Are you sure?”
“Stop asking me if I’m sure,” she pants. “Touch me. Please.”
“It’s important to me to know that this is what you want.”
“I want. I so want,” she breathes, as my thumbs continue to rub over her peaks.
“Take it off.” My voice is gruff, and I’m barely maintaining my composure as it is. I’ve thought about this since the moment I laid eyes on her.
I stay right where I am, my hands resting on her thighs as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. Slowly she lowers one strap and then the other, holding the material to her chest as if she’s not sure this is what she wants to do. I lick my lips and open my mouth to tell her we can stop, but the words won’t come. I try again, but before I can get the words past my lips, she drops her hands and pulls the fabric away from her body, letting it fall to the counter.
I tear my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. I need to feel her skin against mine more than I need my next breath. Moving in closer, I place my hand behind her neck, beneath her hair, and guide her mouth to mine. Her hands reach under my arms and grip my back. Her tits press against my bare chest, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. If skin-to-skin contact is this good, I can’t imagine what her pussy is going to feel like wrapped around my cock.
Her tongue slides against mine with practiced ease. My free hand travels to her breasts and captures her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I roll the pebbled bud, and her nails dig deeper into my back.
“Deacon,” she mumbles against my lips.
This time I don’t ask her if she wants more. We’re both too far gone to think otherwise. Tearing my lips from hers, I trail kisses across her cheek and over the length of her slender neck. My lips follow a trail to her breasts, where I suck a hard nipple into my mouth. Her skin is so fucking soft, yet her nipple is hard enough to cut glass. I nip at her with my teeth and quickly soothe her with my tongue.
“Oh, god,” she moans. Her head falls back, and I’m sure her eyes are closed, but I can’t focus on that right now. It’s better that she just feels. I want her to feel all of this. Her legs lock tighter around my waist, and my cock nestles even closer to her pussy. She’s panting now, and I’m on the brink of losing my ever-loving mind.